Become Filthy Rich After Divorce

Chapter 866 She'S In A Bad Way

Chapter 866 She's in a bad way

The next week.

Even if ten people watched Alina together, she often disappeared, which broke Caleb's original

thought.

He wanted to find a doctor for Alina.

When Tomas brought the doctor in, Alina and Caleb were having breakfast. When Alina saw the white

coat, she subconsciously leaned towards Caleb.

That dependency was heartbreaking.

As Caleb pulled her, he said softly and soothingly, "Be good, it's Dr. Esmae."

Esmae has a pivotal position in the international arena, so having her here was something Caleb

focused on.

Alina shook her head in fear.

Finally, she simply dropped the spoon in her hand, turned around and ran upstairs.

Caleb knew that she was internally resistant to doctors, but not expecting it to be to such an extent, he

said, "I'll go up and see her."

Tomas looked to Esmae, "This is probably the state Miss Hughes has been in since she returned."

"Okay."

Esmae frowned.

It is obviously much more serious than when they were separated before.

Upstairs, Alina shut herself into her room, the door locked from the inside.

Caleb tried to open the door, his brain jolting with pain when he couldn't open it.

How dare she locked the door?

"Abby, open the door."

There was no movement inside, no matter how much Caleb screamed.

Caleb was afraid to bang on the door directly, fearing that she was right behind it and that he might hurt

her.

When she had the butler to bring the key, it wouldn't open.

"Abby, I'm coming in."

Caleb shouted softly, he didn't expect she even put something against the door. She was so resistant to

doctors.

He pushed hard, but failed.

How many things did she put against the door?

The butler said, "Why don't we go through the window?"

They didn't know what the situation in the room was like now, and if they broke in, they were worried

that they might hurt Alina.

When Caleb heard that he had to go through the window, he was even more furious. He was in his own

home and had to go through the window.

But thinking that breaking in hard would hurt Alina, Caleb could only nod in compromise.

"OK."

The butler hurriedly got someone to bring a ladder. Luckily, Alina's room was on the second floor, so it

wasn't too high if he went up through the window.

After Caleb tumbled in through the window, he saw that the doorway was blocked with a lot of things

and there was no sign of Alina.

He looked around and found her in the wardrobe.

Looking at her curled up inside and asleep, Caleb was now softened.

When he carried her out of the wardrobe, Alina opened her eyes in a daze and saw that it was Caleb,

muttering in an angry manner.

Caleb placed her on the bed, "Want to or not remember him?"

Caleb asked tentatively.

He thought that Alina must not remember Chester now, and if she did, she would not be so calm.

The only memory she has now is subconsciously thinking about Chester, but more than that, she

doesn't know what she's doing.

Alina looked at her blankly, Caleb was even more distressed and took out the picture in her arms, yet

she held on to it for dear life.

Caleb was helpless and turned the picture frame over and said to Alina, "He wants you to be healthy,

do you know that you are sick?"

Tears bursting out, overflowed Alina's eyes.

Caleb then knew that she subconsciously knew that she was sick, but right now she just didn't know

how to face it.

In her heart, how scared was she?

"It's okay, if you're sick, see a doctor, okay?"

Caleb was really worried that one day when he took Alina out, she would get lost, and that would only

be more frightening.

Everything must be guarded against.

If she is sober, wherever she goes, she is safe, or at least capable of defending herself.

But what should she do if she gets lost without being sober?

What kind of consequences would that be? Caleb simply dared not even think about it.

Alina nodded obediently.

Caleb breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, speaking of Chester was the best solution.

He was jealous. But it was good that she still has something she cared in this world.

...

Shirling.

Nellie never received a call from the Brooks family, and Barney seemed to have left from Shirling, as

quiet as if it was before a calm storm.

In the evening, when she got back at the James, both Catherine and Hazel looked sullen.

Nellie, "Marco." Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

"Yes, Lady Nellie."

"The dinner can't start until I get back later."

"Yes." Marco nodded his head respectfully.

When Catherine and Hazel heard this, they both paled in unison, and the knife and fork in Catherine's

hand fell onto the table, "What do you mean, Nellie?"

"Don't you understand? This isn't your home anymore."

Today, the house has been transferred to Nellie's name.

Because the will of George is still in dispute, Catherine and Hazel can't inherit anything at the moment,

and Nellie is the only legal heir.

Even if Hazel is not a legitimate child, she still enjoys the right of inheritance, and somehow, this

procedure has managed to be completed.

Catherine now, apparently, doesn't know that the house is already under Nellie's name.

"What's not our home? I've lived here for over twenty years, and Hazel has grown up here since she

was a child."

"Do you think if you live here for a long time, the house really becomes yours?"

Catherine and Hazel looked pale.

Without waiting for the two to speak, Nellie spoke in a sharp tone, "You and my father don't seem to

have anything to do with each other, do you?"

At this, Catherine's heart gave a shudder.

So who exactly was Mrs. James all these years?

"Your father and I have lived together for over twenty years, even without a marriage certificate, and

this is something that the whole of Shirling knows."

"A love rat and his mistress living together for any length of time is not a couple in name only."

Nellie spoke very softly.

But it made both Catherine and Hazel go white, and Catherine's heart continued to rise and fall in

anger, "Is it appropriate for you to call your father a love rat?"

"Appropriate or not, I've said it after all."

After knowing the truth, Nellie now resented them to the limit, so how could she care about that much?

Whatever decent manner Nellie once had, it was now completely shattered.

Catherine's heart was heaving with anger, she wanted to say something, yet not a word could come out

at the moment.

"Nellie, don't go too far." Hazel couldn't hear any more, and ruthlessly, she rebuked.

Regarding her mother, she was very dissatisfied, but she could not bear it when Nellie said that.

Nellie slammed the knife and fork onto the plate.

Gloomily, she looked at Hazel, "Your mother stole my father, forced my mother to die, lived in my

mother's house for so many years, and now you are saying that I am going too far? Who are you?"